Harry Blurbs

Styles

Harry stood on the pink carpet of the MET Gala, his back to you as he posed for his final photos. You had walked up the carpet besides him, watching as he and Alessandro interacted with the camera men and each other and not wanting to get too involved in the whole ordeal. You were there to support your man at what could be considered the most important event of his career to date, and there were no words to describe how indescribably proud of him you were.

Though due to yours and Harry's relationship being out of the public eye, you had decided that you should walk up the side of the steps where you couldn't be seen. Harry had been a little put out by the suggestion, wanting you on his arm as he walked the famous steps, though he understood when you told him that it was about him and you wanted him to have the best time.

Harry looked so confident on the carpet next to his favourite Italian, giving the cameras all the good poses and a smile that was enough to make anyone swoon. He was nervous though. You could tell with the way he was fidgeting with the multitude of rings that adorned both of his hands. Though you could see him moving the H ring that sat on his ring finger the most, probably hating the fact that his wedding ring wasn't sat there for the sake of keeping your relationship private. He didn't want to take the ring off, having had it on his finger every second of the day since it was put on a month prior. What really showed you how nervous he was though, was the worrying of his bottom lip as he stood with one hand behind his back.

Once you'd both gotten to the top of the stairs where he would be waiting for Anna to come through to grab him, you sauntered across to stand behind him, your fingertips dragging up his back and over the sheer material of his organza shirt, stopping at you reached the neckline of it. You stood on your tiptoes to press your chin into his shoulder, your breath fanning out over his neck and causing his eyes to close at the sensation, the mere contrast in temperature from your breath and his skin causing goosebumps to arise over his tattooed arm.

Your lips pressed a small kiss to his earlobe (the one that hadn't been pierced only the day before) before pulling down to press soft, chaste kisses to the exposed of his neck, stopping once you reached the material of his pussybow. When your lips couldn't move any further down his neck, you reached your left hand around to his front, letting the very tips of your fingers run across his practically exposed nipple before pinching it softly with a smirk. He stiffened under your touch, though his eyebrow quirked at your sudden want of PDA. While he was still, you brought your lips back up to his ear, biting his lobe quickly before blowing air on to it, the coolness causing visible goosebumps underneath his outfit.

"Just wait until we get home, Styles."

As you pulled away from him, he let his body turn around so he could pull you into him, his arms coming to wrap around your body and his hands landing on the small of your back. Your outfit was simple, a pair of black tapered trousers with a glittery top, a lot like one of Harry's tour outfits. You didn't want to have attention on you throughout the red carpet but you wanted to stick to theme so the glitter was the best option. Harry knew that reciprocating your move of pinching his nipple wouldn't go down well in front of so many cameras so he let his hand fall down to your bum, squeezing hard enough that you could feel it but keeping it light enough that the cameras wouldn't pick it up.

Your hands rest behind his back at the waistband of his trousers, your fingertips dancing upon his skin where you felt a light layer of sweat start to form. He dipped his head down to you, his lips already puckered waiting for yours to be pressed against them. So that's exactly what you did, letting yours ghost over his so minutely that he wouldn't have been able to feel it if you hadn't pressed them together instantly afterwards. Your lips lingered for longer than they normally would in public, but you were so in love with him that you didn't care who captured a photo. In fact, you were secretly hoping that a photo of the moment would be circulating online when you woke up so you could save it to your phone and make it your lock screen.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Styles." The way he used your new last name made it sound like he still couldn't quite believe it. It sounded so soft coming from his lips still, so tentative, almost as if he said them someone around you would hear and rumours would spark.

"I like it dangerous, you should know that by now."

The infamous smirk, the one you had fallen in love with, made an appearance upon his lips, his chest jolting as he let out a chuckle of amazement. It didn't matter how long you'd been together, or would be together, you never failed to amaze him. Almost as if he were acknowledging you, knowing that you did indeed like it dangerous, Harry squeezed your bum once more, a little harder than he had the first time.

"Trust me, I know it alright. Wait until I get this pretty little bum home tonight."